She smiled prettily at me. “Can I get your autograph? You’re my favoriteplayer.”
“Sure.”
Yes, I kicked myself for that rookie mistake the moment she yanked down her low-cut top, revealing her lacy red bra and her humongous breasts—which I suspected had been greatly augmented. And while she hadn’t revealed the entire nipple, she did flash enough to give me a good idea of what they lookedlike.
She held out a sharpie tome.
“What did you think of the goal he scored tonight?” Holly asked. “I swear my heart stood still when he shot the puck toward thenet.”
I tried not to laugh. I had two assists but hadn’t come close to scoring, much to mychagrin.
“Same here,” Autumn said. And what kind of goddamn name was Autumn? That was a season, not a name. Not that it was a bad name if she actually looked like an Autumn. But her blonde hair and pushed up tits reminded me of summer. Holly looked more like an Autumn, with her long auburnhair.
“She’s kidding,” I said, ignoring thesharpie.
Holly flashed her an oops-my-bad cringe, and I had to fight back yet anotherlaugh.
“You’re not a real fan, are you?” Holly asked, sounding scandalized at thepossibility.
Autumn stuck out her chest in a way that reminded me of the puffer fish I had once seen on a natureshow.
“That’s not true,” she said. “I’m a hugefan.”
“If you were a real fan,” Holly pointed out, “you’d want him to autograph a piece of paper and not a piece of your chest. Because if you were a real fan, you’d want to keep that autograph in a safe place. And something tells me your chest is not a safe place. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a highly frequentedlocation.”
I decided I’d better not introduce Holly to Travis. He’d likely fall in love with her. Never mind the hot accent, her smart mouth would have him hard in recordtime.
And of course, thinking that had my cock getting its own ideas…especially when it came to what it craved for her smart mouth to do toit.
Inwardly I groaned and recited the National Anthem in my head.Backward.
That did thetrick.
Autumn threw me aHow-could-you-let-her-talk-to-me-that-way?hurt look that was as real as herbreasts.
I shrugged a “whatever” and on impulse kissed Holly’stemple.
That must have been the shiny new nail in the coffin that Autumn needed. She didn’t even bother to ask for my autograph via the more traditional means. She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulders and stormedoff.
“Wow, are they normally like that, the puck bunnies?” Hollyasked.
“Yeah, pretty much. Some aren’t bad. It’s the more determined ones that can be a pain at times. I swear sometimes they’re more competitive than the actual players they’re after.” And that was saying alot.
But this was probably why lately I had started to grow bored of them. Did that mean I didn’t have sex these days? Hell, no. It just meant I tended to go after the girls who were only interested in a good time. They didn’t care what the guy did for aliving.
I grabbed the drinks from the bar and handed Holly her daiquiri. We then spent the next hour dancing and drinking another round. At that point, the club was on the verge of being overcrowded, and I spent more time signing autographs than I diddancing.
“You wanna get out of here?” Holly asked, and I could’ve kissedher.
All right. I did kiss her. I was all for positive reinforcement and rewarding brilliant suggestions—and you couldn’t get more brilliant thanthat.
We left the club more buzzed than when we had entered it, and definitely sweatier. But best of all, neither of us cared that my team was out of the playoffs and Holly’s grandmother had died. Tomorrow the ramifications would hit us, but for now we were appreciating the happybuzz.
At least we wereuntil…
“Do you know what the worst part is about Nanna dying?” Holly said out of the blue as we walked along the waterfront after getting the cab to drop us off. Waves lapped against the concrete wall separating the ground from the ocean; otherwise, the world was quiet aroundus.
“No,what?”
